The Sky is the same everywhere. It is unchanging through time, a silent witness of the ages, quietly documenting the rise and fall of men and nations while forever floating thoughtfully above and around the Earth. There is a sense of history about the Sky. This is the same Sky that was here two hundred years ago when Volta trapped lightning, or two thousand ago, when Jesus spoke his Sermon on the Mount. It was here before Jesus of course, even before the Earth or the Stars. Right from the beginning of time it was here and there and quite everywhere and all over the place.
The Sky is the one thing that is always above and with you. Time slips away at the speed of sixty minutes per hour, and the time for me and you is quite different from the time for the ancient Indians when they wrote the Vedas or Shakespeare when he wrote Hamlet. But the Sky is the same. The Sun and the Moon are constant too, but not as constant as the Sky. The Sun that is right above your head now will be right above someone else’s head twelve hours later, and the same is for the Moon. What’s more, the Moon has its phases. The Sky though, neither waxes nor wanes like the Moon, and it shall be here as long as the Earth is, whether by Day or by Night.
The Sky is our idea of ‘Upwards’. We raise our eyes to a distant ambition, and ‘aim for the Skies’. For those who believe in thinking BIG, the Sky is the limit, and sometimes even that lofty ceiling of clouds falls short of their mark. The Sky is ever above.
In an airplane it is different. The Sky is below you, for you are then floating in a sea of soft, moody waves of rose, white and gold, and every shape in Earth or Heaven is played before your eyes like some unearthly ballet set to music by the angels. Here ...
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...true architect, for under his hands even granite seemed to sing.
William Wordsworth was a true poet, not one of us who make two words rhyme and call it poetry, but a true master of the art whose talent came from within and the light of his soul shone through his works great and small. Rarely could he pass over a field of daffodils without his thought stringing music of them, and a rainbow he could not resist without stopping to rhyme and write, and he did the same graceful act to the Sky as well.
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the Sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
The destiny of Earth lies in the Space that is beyond the Sky. To quote another favourite poem of mine,
I know that I shall meet my fate, somewhere in the clouds above....
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Somewhere in the Clouds Above
Some people call Space “The Final Frontier” but at one point all land west of the Mississippi was considered the frontier. Humans are curious people, sometimes too curious for our own good, but when we find something new we always explore and why would it be any different with space. When we explore the out reaches of space will no longer seem so small or insignificant. The idea of one day unlocking all of the Universe’s secrets, solely through our own advancements as a people, is what gives me that sense of
I will suppose therefore that not God, who is supremely good and the source of truth, but rather some malicious demon of the utmost power and cunning has employed all his energies in order to deceive me. I shall think that the sky, the air, the earth, colours, shapes, sounds and all external things are merely the delusions of dreams which he has devised to ensnare my judgment.
sky,' it tells you, the reader, that it is a weird place and it says
I chose this saying from Lennie’s uncle because the title of this novel comes from this quote. It is at this very moment that the readers come to understand the significance of the title. When Lennie first kisses Joe, she flashes back to a time when she was younger. She was lying on the ground, telling Uncle Big she was looking at the sky, and then Uncle Big said that the idea of the sky being above our heads is a misconception, and that the sky actually starts at our feet. Whenever Lennie spends time with Joe, she refers to the feeling of being in the sky. Often, the audience can think of titles as a clue from the author about what the story, deep down at its heart, is about. The Sky is Everywhere is about dealing with death, yet the title
of the “sun” (5) grants us to see time in its shape, it cannot aid in its passing and they can
At Fall, the sky which is of so delicate and faint a blue as to contain
"That is why walking across a school campus on this particular December morning I keep searching the sky. As if I expected to see, rather like hearts, a lost pair of kites hurrying toward heaven."
The space that surrounds is not merely the universe is not merely ideas of human minds.
William Wordsworth, like Blake, was linked with Romanticism. In fact, he was one of the very founders of Romanticism. He wrote poems are about nature, freedom and emotion. He was open about how he felt about life and what his life was like. Also, Wordsworth wrote poems about the events going on around him ? for instance the French Revolution. Mainly, Wordsworth wrote about nature, however, rarely used simple descriptions in his work. Instead, Wordsworth wrote complexly, for example in his poem ?Daffodils?.
Outer space has always intrigued the human mind. Ever since humans inhabited the Earth, they have always looked to the heavens. Ptolemy, who lived over two thousand years ago, dreamed of being with the stars. He said, “I know that I am mortal by nature, and ephemeral; but when I trace at my pleasure the windings to and fro of the heavenly bodies I no longer touch the earth with my feet: I stand in the presence of Zeus himself and take my fill of ambrosia” (Tyson). At that time, reaching the “final frontier” was not even remotely possible.
On the second day the sky is created and then god made the sky and he separated the waters above from the waters below'
William Wordsworth is a British poet who is associated with the Romantic movement of the early 19th century. Wordsworth was born on April 7, 1770, in Cockermouth, Cumberland, England. Wordsworth’s mother died when he was seven years old, and he was an orphan at 13. This experience shapes much of his later work. Despite Wordsworth’s losses, he did well at Hawkshead Grammar School, where he firmly established his love of poetry. After Hawkshead, Wordsworth studied at St. John’s College in Cambridge and before his final semester, he set out on a walking tour of Europe, an experience that influenced both his poetry.
It is dark and gloomy in the sky which makes us aware that dark things
its journey, which begins on land and then ascends into the sky and clouds only to
Walking around up here, high above the madness of the world below you find peace within yourself, you feel you are catching up on lost time spent rushing around at home.